Best buddies (and possibly more) Scabby and Bob. Photos: Liane Arno
By Matt Stone
WE LOVE to sit on the front deck as evening falls and watch and listen to visiting birds – the beautiful warble of the magpies and even the raucous sound of squabbling lorikeets. Most are referred to by Liane as ‘Darling’ or ‘Gorgeousness’ as she offers them small amounts of food – their incentive to stay away from our plums, apples, nashi pears and apricots.
Last year we were so excited to be visited by a sulphur crested cockatoo. What a magnificent creature with his big, beautiful distinctive crest. He created a shadow as he arrived and all the other birds left in a hurry to the power lines above until they realised he wasn’t a threat and headed back.
We called him Bruce (as you do) and would eagerly wait each evening to see if he returned. I must admit we felt a bit sorry for him as he was alone.
WE LOVE to sit on the front deck as evening falls and watch and listen to visiting birds – the beautiful warble of the magpies and even the raucous sound of squabbling lorikeets. Most are referred to by Liane as ‘Darling’ or ‘Gorgeousness’ as she offers them small amounts of food – their incentive to stay away from our plums, apples, nashi pears and apricots.
Last year we were so excited to be visited by a sulphur crested cockatoo. What a magnificent creature with his big, beautiful distinctive crest. He created a shadow as he arrived and all the other birds left in a hurry to the power lines above until they realised he wasn’t a threat and headed back.
We called him Bruce (as you do) and would eagerly wait each evening to see if he returned. I must admit we felt a bit sorry for him as he was alone.
